|Ella Mae. Photo Wendy Lynne Lee|
|Photo Wendy Lynne Lee|
Never caught a one.
Never seemed to matter.
Disney dies, and Ella snuggles and comforts in silent communion her younger more rambunctious playmate, Mr. Luv-Lyte, who in his anxiety and confusion can't quite put down his dolly.
Ella climbs into his doggy bed, and makes it all better.
The reflections of ourselves in the eyes of dogs offers a kind of deliverance. They don't look away, and they ask us not to either.